Thursday, February 28, 2013

Good Answer.


the jug makes a startling claret

we will oil, we gesture honor

thats cloud pay

and blind in drink

dusty notions

all cordial the awareness

humanism, now a decorated syringe

the market like a stylus, an inscription,
a false phallus

this place is all things, all being

a deck for the hearth

How dost thou not resemble our planetary solipsism?

park and wait for their signal

truth = double axe-head

Siva, Jesus, Dionysus: All Women.

I imagine cerberus attending an illuminated sphere

the obelisk or black phallus (o'er the sea at night)

a percentage of transcendence (that concept as applicable)

It's signal fire is at:
No. 4 Rue Olivier-de-Clisson

It was a giant squid monument.

Starfish are farmed for decoration regularly.

An Oedipal drama ellipses the operational theater of command, inclined?

I'm too young for romances, too old for others.

Why run up a bill before retirement?

O How I love to smoke!

Just another case of mistaken identity

Gregoire Cornu.
(I remember you, the rugby and fish, and birthdays)


page 100. Buddha is the mind.
Where there is no mind. There is no Buddha.

Plato's cave [VACANCY] [FULL]

Delighted, Socrates gulped down the hemlock in one belt!

possible statement for you...

How like a scorpion is politics!

David Bowie does not have cancer.

and yet

Buddha in a bikini

the custom fixture in the performance of fitness

The great awakening
to rooster asclepio sacrifice media
Logan's Run

Why did you put yourself on the circuit then, Sandman?

Kin'iro no Koruda
(Can Nero ever corrode, ever oppoem?)